The Immortal Prince
Midika under her feetlast crawl before we walk
I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does.
When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line.
"My name is Hale,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?